Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Elena's POV 

The ropes pierced my wrists, but I didn't stop pulling on. 

Every twist sent painful pain up my arms, but I still managed to hold on tightly. 

Why? 

Desperation was at its peak. After a prolonged period, I managed to loosen one of the ropes and proceeded to release the rest.

My chest vibrated while I sat in silence, staring at the reddened skin on my wrists. 

Standing on my feet, I whispered, "I'm not going to become his prisoner."

My mind raced, attempting to plan my next action since I knew going through the door would be a terrible idea.

My eyes landed on the window and I realized they were not locked. Walking on tiptoes, I got to it, my heart racing in my chest as I inspected the hinges. 

They squealed softly, but the window opened with ease.

The night air met against my face. I hesitated briefly before leaping onto the window. I got up onto the grass. I didn't wait to see the consequences of my jump because what would happen in a split second was. 

Unforeseeable.

And I could risk it. I was outside, unharmed.

The whole house was like a maze. I tried moving around to find a way out, but somehow, it all looked confusing.

Voices began to sound from a direction, so I slowly followed them. 

On getting closer, I recognised one of the voices. 

It was him.

I froze when I hid behind a group of shrubs.

Despite having only heard two or three words since I got to know of his existence, his voice hit the spot that I could not forget.

I scanned the foliage from the spot I hid, my curiosity getting the best of me.

I noticed there were two of his men standing beside him.

The moonlight made his sharp features from a shadow, making him look even more intimidating. 

There was another man, kneeling with chains binding him. He was restrained and his face was covered in blood.

“How dare you betray me? Now, I’m going to make you pay,” his intimidating voice rose, as he stared at the restrained man, who just chuckled.

“I was never loyal or faithful to you. You’re just... hardly your father and you will never be like him, so do not expect loyalty from him.”

With a firm grip on his jaw, His hand reached out to touch the ground.

“For generations, I’ve been faithful to this family,” he said with a grumbling voice, “But for you, at least….. Never to you.”

“My father is no longer here," he said with a low tone and fearful words. “Do you think it would be wise to serve him? I could kill you, and he wouldn't come to your schedule," he asked.

His smile was matched by the man's bloody teeth.

“He doesn't have to be here for his legacy to surpass yours. You'll never be him, Dominic. You'll never be up to your brother's child.”

There was a twinkling in Dominic's eyes, that of rage and pain, or maybe both. 

He leaned towards one of his companions and extended his hand. His palm gripped a gun and my heart stopped instantly.

What was he planning to do?

Dominic retreated to the traitor, his actions deliberated, like a predator following its wounded victim.

"You've made the right decision," he said, grimacing. "Now, it's over. Say hi to the devil."

Before I could react, the sound of a gunshot broke through the air.

He collapsed and jerked his body. Blood accumulated beneath him, dissolving into the ground.'

A sudden scream came from my throat before I could stop it.

The sight of Dominic's eyes piercing through my skin was trouble. 

I was motionless for a brief moment. I was held in place by his gaze, which was 

Dominic's voice boomed in my direction, but I didn't look back. “Stop!”

Even though my lungs and heart were burning. The location of my running was unknown, and I had to pick up the paste.

Every second, I was followed by thunderous footsteps.

His shouts caused me to panic like a wave. "Get her!".

The pain in my ankle persisted, but I rushed to safety, neglecting the consequences.

In an instant, a robust arm stretched across my abdomen and pulled me down. I screamed, but the grip was firm.

My lips were filled with tears as Dominic growled in my ear.

I froze, shaking as he spun me around to face him. 

He pressed his face against mine, “what the hell were you thinking?

I couldn't speak. My body was shaking so hard that my knees felt like they were about to burst.

With a tone that was not entirely menacing, his voice kept whispering. However, the danger was still present.

I nodded, tears spilling over.

Running his hand through his hair, Dominic cursed involuntarily. 

His voice softened as he said, "You shouldn't have seen that."

My voice, which was barely more than a whisper, became louder. "You just killed someone! And this is all you have to say?”

His jaw compressed, and his grip on my arm loosened slightly. 

“You did not even hesitate?” I continued, shaking in fear.

Once again, Dominic's tone was resolute: "Take her back to her room, and make sure she doesn't escape."